Crappy fic
This fic is crap, but I’m posting it anyway because I wanted to write something before bed. However, I’ve run out of time, so it is nothing and ends of a pretty crappy non-ending that I will likely have to continue tomorrow. 400-odd unproofed words of nothing but questions.
Also, Gordon is being evil.
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It appeared to be an innocent box when Virgil handed it to his little brother.
Gordon’s eyes shot wide and he bounced on his feet. “Thanks, Virg!” He grabbed the box and darted off, probably to open it. Virgil arched an eyebrow and went back to sorting the mail and dumping it in piles.
He wouldn’t have given the package any further thought – it wasn’t as if mail order was anything new, after all. But he walked in on his two youngest brothers in an apparent argument and the box was centre stage.
“Aww, c’mon, Gords, you said you would share.”
“You can wait until your next package.”
“But that is so cool. Can’t I at least have a little bit?”
“Nope.” And Gordon held up something wrapped in bubblewrap.
Virgil sighed. “What are you two up to?”
Both brothers jumped. “Nothing!”
A frown. ‘Nothing’ was never a good sign. “C’mon, spill.”
Alan glared at Gordon. “Share or I tell.”
Gordon glared at his little brother. “That’s blackmail!”
“I learnt from the best.” Alan’s grin was absolutely radiant.
The glare continued. “If I tell, then neither of us can have it.”
“You would give it all up just to spite me?!”
It was Gordon’s turn to grin. “Up to you. It seems you have much to learn, young one.”
“Screw you, Fishface!”
Okay, that’s going too far. “Hey, hey, cool it, kids.” That earned him twin glares. Neither of his little brothers like being called ’kids’. Even if at least one still was below the age of majority. “What are you arguing about?” Virgil eyed the bubble-wrapped object in Gordon’s hand. “What is it?”
“None of your business.” Gordon drew the package in close.
“He won’t share, Virg.”
Maybe ‘kids’ was the correct term.
“Share what?” Virgil stepped closer and peered into the box only to find it empty.
“Nothing to do with you.” Gordon was gripping the bubblewrap ever so tight.
Virgil’s lips thinned. “You are usually so much better at lying.”
“Hey!” And there was a flash of genuine hurt in Gordon’s eyes.
Of maybe he was just good at giving that impression, because yes, Gordon was much better at lying than this.
Not that his little brother really ever lied in order to hurt family, but there was a spine of steel in Gordon (literally) and he had skills Virgil had no hope of competing with.
“You gonna tell me what’s up, or am I going to have to find out the hard way?”
TBC
